Track 6 of the album Sunday Clothes, Saturday Night · 2016
Pocket Watch Stopped at Seven
by Nina Vale
“My granddad's watch really did stop at seven, and nobody ever fixed it. I left it that way in the song too.”
soul · warm soul · vintage soul · 3:52
Lyrics
Granddad's pocket watch stopped at seven Nobody knows quite why It sat there in the sideboard drawer As the years went rolling by I took it to the watchman On the corner of the square He said, I could fix the gears, my girl But some things want to stay there Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Evening light in the hall Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Where we all were standing tall I'll let the world keep ticking I'll let the hours run But this little watch at seven Keeps the best of what we've done Seven was the supper bell And the radio turned on Seven was the hum of voices Before the day was gone Seven was my mother laughing At a joke she'd told twice Seven was the golden hour Before I paid the price Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Evening light in the hall Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Where we all were standing tall I'll let the world keep ticking I'll let the hours run But this little watch at seven Keeps the best of what we've done Time can have the mornings Time can have the noon I'll keep this one small evening In my pocket, like a tune So I wind it, though it won't go Just to hear the little click The sound of all my people Gathered round, quick, quick, quick And I tuck it in my pocket And I walk on out the door With a seven o'clock inside me That I'll carry evermore Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Evening light in the hall Stopped at seven, stopped at seven Where we all were standing tall I'll let the world keep ticking I'll let the hours run But this little watch at seven Keeps the best of what we've done Stopped at seven Stopped at seven Evening light in the hall